"ALPHABET: that palpable, palatable palette; that telltale ‘blah blah blah’…" --@lukebradford.bsky.social
"AT WHOSE SHELTERING SHALL THE DAY SEA
At whose sheltering shall the day sea
Captain his ships of foam to save
Them weary of air, their hair gently
Afloat above them on prongs of water?
Now, prince in the seacircling tower,
Emigrant to grief, furious seafarer swept over
The seven wounds and multiple five
Senses of drowning; he fills his voice
With land-dry prayers and the sea above.
His ‘help’ or ‘save me’ like a bird
Bore back only the stretched whitefingered
Hand of the swelling sea and found him sheltered,
Sheltered in soon all of us to be
That memory against the scuppering rocks,
The spilling aprons of the sea.
Grief fills the voice with water, building
Ruin on the ruining land. Sheltering
In sea he breathes dry land, dry grave and dwelling."
--W S Graham
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